The Crown Prince Beneath the Desk
"No... just a little more... deeper..."
Ophilia's voice was languid yet carried an irresistible note of command. She reclined comfortably against the antique velvet sofa, eyes softly closed. Hans stood awkwardly behind her, his trembling hands hovering between her shoulders and collarbone.
This is insane. She wants me to go even lower? Hans swallowed hard. His hands had already crossed into dangerous territory. Past the delicate hollow of her collarbone, his palms now rested on the soft swells of her upper breasts. Squish. The sensation alone, felt through the fabric, threatened to melt his brain. It was different from Masa or Eila—the luxurious silk of a noblewoman's dress and the rich, supple flesh hidden beneath it.
"M-Madam... at this rate, we're truly going to cross the line," Hans squeezed out.
But Ophilia let out a soft chuckle and shrugged her shoulders. "Hehe, lines exist to be crossed. Hurry... and work out this painfully tight knot for me."
She sighed and shifted uncomfortably. "Ah, this dress is rather inconvenient. I can't properly loosen the knots with it in the way..."
Slide. Ophilia lowered the shoulder straps of her dress herself. Plop. Freed from the tight corset, her massive breasts bounced with liberated weight.
"......!"
Hans's eyes nearly rolled back. Flesh so white it was blinding. Two enormous mounds rising proudly, defying gravity itself. And at their peaks, purple buds in full bloom.
"Now, knead them properly. Make it refreshing."
Hans's reason snapped.
The effects of Bull's Strength rampaged through his veins like wildfire. Every sensory cell in his palms stood at attention like needles. I don't know anymore. I'll just do what she tells me.
Hans no longer hesitated. He reached out with both hands and firmly grasped Ophilia's enormous breasts.
"Hngh...!"
A short moan escaped Ophilia's lips. The heavy, scorching weight pressed into his palms. The flesh overflowing between his fingers was soft as fresh-baked bread, yet possessed the chewy resilience of a mature woman.
Hans kneaded them roughly, like dough. Squish. Knead. Squeeze.
"Haa... Your touch is... quite skilled..." Ophilia tilted her head back.
Hans used his thumbs to rub the tender flesh beneath the thin skin, then persistently rolled the nipples that had stiffened like pebbles from the stimulation.
"Mmm... right there..."
The compressed breasts bulged over the back of his hands. Hans could feel her burning body heat and the faint tremors of her chest with vivid, spine-tingling clarity.
This is incredible... So this is what a noblewoman's breasts feel like.
Hans lost himself in ecstasy, his hands moving on their own. That was when it happened.
Knock knock.
"Mother! I heard the Crown Prince is here! Why didn't you tell me and come see him alone?!"
Elise's urgent voice came from beyond the door.
"......?!"
Hans's hands froze. Ophilia's eyes flew open in alarm.
Crown Prince? Is she talking about me?
Elise kept arbitrarily changing Hans's role according to whatever romance novel she was reading at the time.
"Mother! I'm coming in!"
The sound of the doorknob turning reached them.
"Don't!"
Ophilia hastily pulled her dress straps back up. But with her disheveled hair, flushed face, and Hans's presence, hiding what they'd been doing was impossible. If they were caught now, it would be catastrophic. The revelation that she had been letting a stranger grope her breasts in front of her daughter would destroy not only her dignity as a viscountess but her authority and reputation as a mother.
Yet it was too late to send Hans away, and above all, Ophilia's own desires had not yet been satisfied. Her eyes sparkled with mischief—and danger.
"Over here."
Ophilia grabbed Hans's wrist and roughly yanked him beneath her desk.
"Huh? Whoa!"
Hans tumbled into the space under the desk. Ophilia quickly pulled her chair forward and sat down. The voluminous dark blue folds of her dress spread wide, perfectly concealing the area beneath the desk. Hans's vision went pitch black. The only thing visible was Ophilia's pale legs.
"Come in, dear."
Ophilia composed her voice with perfect calm.
Bang! The door flew open and Elise stormed in, huffing.
"Mother! Where is His Highness the Crown Prince? I was told he was here?"
Elise scanned the room. Beneath the desk, Hans crouched in silence, hand clamped over his mouth.
This is insane. What the hell is this situation?
Elise's voice rang out directly above his head. Ophilia calmly lifted her teacup and took a sip. Her performance was flawless—not a single tremor in her fingertips.
"He just stepped out to the restroom. He seemed rather urgent once his tension eased."
"Ah, I see! Even his human side is perfect!"
Elise swallowed her mother's words without question, eyes sparkling with admiration. "Then I'll wait here! When he comes out—"
"No," Ophilia cut her off firmly. "Once he returns from the restroom, we'll speak a little longer before sending him off. Go wait quietly in your room. Prepare some tea as well. I hear His Highness enjoys fragrant blends."
"Really? Understood! I'll prepare it with the finest tea leaves!"
The simple-minded Elise perked up immediately and left the room.
"Mother, you're the best! Send him quickly!"
Bang. The door slammed shut.
"Whew..."
Ophilia let out a sigh of relief. The space beneath the desk fell silent. But that silence was the calm before the storm. The air was thick with the faint scent of lilies, and beneath that, a rich, musky female aroma.
Hans's face was trapped between Ophilia's thighs. The dress completely blocked external light, turning the space into their own private sanctuary.
Ophilia reached down. Her fingers gently stroked through Hans's hair.
"What a good boy... hiding so quietly without making a sound." Her voice drifted down from above. "You deserve a reward, don't you?"
Ophilia parted her legs slightly. The white silk panties right in front of Hans's nose were already soaked in a perfect circle at the center. A dark shadow showed through the thin fabric.
She's wet... Did she get this wet when I was touching her breasts earlier?
Hans's heart pounded wildly. Whether from the medicine or this immoral situation, he couldn't hold back. He extended his tongue and pressed it against the damp panties.
Lick.
"Hngh...!"
He felt Ophilia's body jolt above him. Her hand gripped the edge of the desk tightly.
"How rude... who said you could..."
Despite her words, she didn't close her legs. Instead, she spread them wider, creating space so Hans could work more comfortably.
Hans slid the panties aside. An untamed forest appeared. Natural, untrimmed pubic hair. Parting the bush revealed flushed, glistening folds.
Hans buried his nose in it and inhaled. Mmm... delicious. It was elegant and fragrant. Perhaps nobles maintained themselves well, or maybe it was simply her natural scent. The mix of soap and intimate female aroma drove his desire wild.
"Slurp..."
Without hesitation, Hans plunged his tongue inside.
"Haaaa...!"
A moan Ophilia had been holding back burst free. She threw her head back against the chair.
It was cunnilingus—something her incompetent husband had never given her once in their entire marriage. The sensation of a tongue at her age, for the first time. Every time the slightly rough yet soft tongue rolled over her clitoris or licked up her entrance, electricity shot up her spine.
It's unfair... To think I've lived my whole life without knowing pleasure like this...
Ophilia felt both resentment at her wasted years and an overwhelming ecstasy boiling up from deep within her core.
Hans's tongue work was masterful. The Divine Tongue he had honed through countless encounters with Masa, Eila, Rina, Lucia, Karen, and the others. He carefully read her reactions, adjusting intensity and technique.
"Slurp, lick, suck!"
"Yes... so good... more... deeper..."
Ophilia wrapped her thighs around Hans's head. Her fingers dug into his hair, gripping tightly. The elegant viscountess's mask had completely fallen away. Only a pleasure-starved female remained seated in the chair.
Hans sharpened his tongue and thrust it deeper inside her. Ophilia's juices flowed endlessly, soaking his chin.
"Ah, ahn! There! Right there...!"
Ophilia's hips bucked. Her climax was approaching.
That was when it happened.
Knock knock.
"Madam, the young lady says she can't wait any longer and is on the verge of a rampage."
Mari's flat, emotionless voice came from outside the door.
"Hik?!"
Ophilia and Hans froze simultaneously. Ophilia hastily pushed Hans's head away and straightened her clothes. But her face was flushed crimson and her breathing was ragged.
"I-I understand. I'll send him soon." Her voice trembled.
Had Mari noticed? Or was she pretending not to? "Understood. I will wait right outside the door."
No footsteps followed. She was standing directly in front of the door.
Ophilia looked down at Hans with clear regret. The state of him as he crawled out from beneath the desk was a sight to behold. His mouth was glossy, his face covered in fluids. Yet even that looked adorable to Ophilia.
"That was incredible... truly."
With a moved expression, Ophilia opened a drawer. She added ten more silver coins to the ten she had originally planned to give him. Jingle. She placed the pouch containing a total of twenty silver coins into Hans's hand. Its substantial weight pressed into his palm.
"This is... a bonus." She whispered secretly into his ear. "Next time... could you come when I am safe? I'll reward you with something incomparable to today's payment."
Hans's eyes lit up. I'm already getting to sleep with a sexy older noblewoman and she's paying me on top of it?! Jackpot! This was truly a creative economy.
"Understood. I will make my promise with you my highest priority, Madam," Hans declared solemnly, bowing his head.
Ophilia smiled with satisfaction and fanned herself with her hand. The heat in her body still hadn't cooled.
"You should go now. Our daughter must be waiting with bated breath."
Hans pocketed the silver coins and left the office. Mari was standing in the hallway. The moment she saw him, she lowered her gaze.
"......"
Mari's eyebrows twitched. The front of Hans's pants. It had looked ready to burst when he entered, and it was still—perhaps even more obscenely—straining against the fabric now that he was leaving. He had serviced Ophilia but received no release himself. On top of that, the effects of Bull's Strength were still going strong.
Mari let out a deep sigh.
"Haa... It was like that when you went in, and it's still like that when you come out? Just what exactly were you doing in there..."
Hans kept his mouth firmly shut. What happened with the madam was a secret he would take to his grave.
"Well... the madam said she was feeling a bit low on energy, so..."
"So you shared your energy with her lower body?"
Mari's brutal honesty struck Hans like a blow to the bone. She shook her head.
"We cannot send you to the young lady like this. She would faint if she saw that. Or... she might develop an even more terrible misunderstanding."
"Huh? Then where should I...?"
When Hans asked in confusion, Mari grabbed his arm and led him down the hallway.
"We should put out the urgent fire first. Before the young lady sees you."
She opened the door to an empty room with familiar ease. It was the exact same room where she and Hans had caused an accident last time. Mari's eyes were cold, but her touch was strangely hot.